The roads in Juba Town are a muddy mess after the rain of the past week. Children and dogs thriving in the slush. Malaria now a terror.

Another new deal between the leaders of the warring factions will hopefully bring an end to the fighting. Staff now at heightened risk by unpaid, defecting, soldiers.

At the school, near the office, the soccer field is churned mud through which they have painted white lines in a valiant effort to demarcate areas of play. The ball bounce a lottery as it hits ridges of hardened mud, the acrobatics of the players, with their impossibly long limbs, as they adjust to the movement of the ball impressive.

A cafe style dinner of pate and cheese that Eddie had brought back from his recent trip to Copenhagen. The sunset, red and full of promise. Not quite Turnerish, but still amazing.

Rain thundering on the roof before sunrise. Debated the merits of heading out into the mud for my jog. The rain, gentle and together with a detachment of military out for their formation run, I ended up going a bit further and faster than I intended. Magic blue tape still holding my Achilles together.

Gazillions of butterflies outside the office window. Magical.

Juba Town eerily quiet. Hangover after the opening night of football World Cup? No soldiers on the streets at least. Perhaps there is a ‘Peace Revolution’ in Juba Town, with the sandbags outside the National Intelligence building, replaced by square concrete boxes filled with plants.

The moon, spectacular. Responsible for my nights full of crazy dreams?

From my RAP singing staff member:
The Leadership in my beautiful country South Sudan
Is like a plastic cup of tea.
On the outside it is beautiful and clean.
On the inside its brown and stained.
You can scrub all you like, but the stain will always be there
They are stained forever.